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Melanie Harlow!!!
Some Sort of Love is now LIVE!!!!!
Series - Happy Crazy Love #3
Genre - Contemporary Romance
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On the surface, I have it all—a career I adore, a loving family, the Nixon metabolism but not the Nixon ears, and a salary that supports my lavish taste in designer shoes, fine wine, and lacy lingerie…but I have no one to share it with.
Until the day I run into him—my one night stand from college with the cocky smile, let’s-get-out-of-here eyes, and dirty, dirty mouth.
Levi Brooks is six feet four inches of hot bearded fantasy. A sexy single dad with broad shoulders, strong hands, and a fantastically big…heart. (I mean, it’s massive. And generous. And it pumps so hard… um. Sorry. Lost my place.)
But he lives for his son, and he's keeping me at a distance because he thinks I deserve someone better—a man who can give me more time, more attention, more of himself. He doesn’t believe he could ever be enough.
But he's wrong.
He’s everything.
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My Review (Angie)
When you are given a chance to read an advanced readers copy of a Melanie Harlow book you jump on it!
“I’ll take one tall, dark and handsome with a steady job and a good sense of humor – oh, not the six inch, the footlong. Thanks.”
5 STARS
Some Sort of Love is the third book in a series that not only continues to feed my never ending addiction for all books Harlow but also gut punched me in the feels.
Some Sort of Love is the third book in a series that not only continues to feed my never ending addiction for all books Harlow but also gut punched me in the feels.
Jillian is the sister that has a fabulous and rewarding career, she’s a pediatrician, and she has a beautiful home as well as a family that she adores. Her sisters, Skylar and Natalie have found their happily ever after complete with their very own versions of prince charming, but Jillian’s prince still eludes her. Dating is not easy for her, she has a demanding job, but she loves it all the same yet she is missing that one person she can share it all with it. She is sick and beyond tired of always being asked why she is single and when she will get married and start a family of her very own. She wants that, very much and every time she has to engage in that conversation it makes her doubt herself. Is she too picky? Will she ever find that person she can share her hopes, dreams, and accomplishments with? Is there something wrong with her? Attending yet another family function and watching her sisters with their perfect men is hard for Jillian, she is beyond happy for her sisters, they deserve happiness, and she adores them but it’s painful for her.
Literally running into a man from her past is going to change everything. Could Levi be “the one”? She remembers their sexy and risqué hook up like it was yesterday, even now ten years later it still gives her the tingles. When she comes face to face with him after all this time, parts of Jillian reawaken to sit up to beg in ways they haven’t in a very long time. What’s even better, Levi remembers Jillian just as fondly, and he seems just as intrigued and attracted to her as she is to him.
“Harry Potter fan, huh? So what are the chances that I can Slytherin to your chamber of secrets tonight?”
Levi is now a successful architect and a deeply devoted single dad to a very special 8 year old boy. That little boy, Scotty is the center of Levi’s world and his soul priority. He has been since the day he entered this world. The feelings that emerge when he lays eyes on Jillian both excite him and terrify him in equal measures. Levi like Jillian is lonely in many ways, and he craves that great love, but how do you balance a romantic relationship with a son and a career? A son who has some very special needs…
“Scotty was the love of my life and always would be, and whenever I felt the slightest bit resentful about something I couldn’t do because of him, that resentment was immediately crushed by shame.”
Melanie Harlow tackles some very tough subjects in Some Sort of Love, just as she did with the previous two books in this series, OCD and anxiety, now in Some Sort of Love she tackles an even tougher subject, it’s going to affect you. You’d have to be broken for it not to. I’m not going to go into detail, this review will remain spoiler free as it should, but I will say this, be prepared to get weepy. Levi and his son’s relationship is extremely touching and heartwarming, but it is also complicated, challenging and unique. I’m not sure how Melanie ever conceived the idea for this story but it fits seamlessly into this series, its perfection. Creating a story that is not only extremely sexy and intense, but also emotional and gut wrenching. Jillian and Levi’s love story is complicated and addictive.
“This feeling, this incredible wanting, and knowing I was wanted in return, felt like magic. I didn’t want to look behind the curtain just yet.”
“It would be so much easier if I just wanted sex – but I didn’t. I wanted more. Did she?”
Some Sort of Love is jam packed with off the charts sexy and tingle inducing scenes; but it’s also overflowing with feels. It made my heart race and pound and the next moment my heart ached, sunk and broke. I was left with the question of how they could ever make it work, it seemed like they would never get it together. But in Melanie we must trust right? I should have known that she would never let me down and she didn’t. She found a beautiful and touching way to bring Jillian and Levi’s story full circle, just as she always does. Not only do we get our happily ever after for Jillian and Levi but we also get glimpses into Skyler and Natalie’s as well. Revisiting many characters from her previous books and series Melanie gives readers the delightful treat of more. And what book lover doesn’t want that? Every time I read a book from this author I find myself totally engrossed and invested, Some Sort of Love was no different. I started it and couldn’t put it down. I devoured Some Sort of Love and I’m willing to lay money on the fact that you will too. Get the tissues, the wine, some ice and a bag of chocolate ready before you begin this one, it will help, and when you finish you will feel not only overjoyed but satisfied in all the best ways. Thank you Melanie for yet another story that made me blush, sigh, swoon, and sniffle.
“I needed to show him love, and make him feel like he deserved it – because he did.”
In Melanie I trust. Pinkie Promise.
My Review (Brandi)
4 STARS
Okay, I'll admit it: I wanted to read this because of the sexy beast on the cover, but then again, who wouldn't? Franggy is magnificent and somehow he just made it into a book review. That man is perfect. Anyway, that is neither here nor there. Just know that I do judge books by their covers. Let it be known that this is a Fan-fucking-tastic cover.
Okay, so on to the book.
Jillian is the oldest Nixon sister and the last to find love.
Levi is a HBSDILTF. 'Nuff said. Don't know what that means? That's cool, I'll break it down for you: Hot Bearded Single/Super/Sexy/Spectacular Dad I'd Like To Fuck. You see how the 'S' could mean any number of words? Yeah, fill it in as you see fit. Okay, so back to Jillian. She's a pediatrician, works long hours, lives alone, and listens to everyone criticize her because she hasn't met the one yet.
Levi is raising his 8 year old son by himself. His autistic son. He is also an architect and he has a beard. That's important because not only is it HAWT, but his son also likes it. That's important.
Levi and Jillian run into each other at Sebastian and Skylar's wedding. Literally. Jillian turns around and slams right into Levi. Awesomesauce!! They have met before! Sparks fly, texts happen, let the sexy time commence.
Okay, so it doesn't all happen on one night, but it does happen and it is sooo goood. I know because Jillian told me. She also told Skylar and Natalie. So, we all know and I'm not ruining anything for you.
In great effort to not spoiler the shit out of this review let's just say that some stuff happens. Levi pushes Jillian away and he pulls her back. Repeatedly. Or maybe just once. Either way, it happens and both are miserable without each other. Both realize that their feelings didn't just develop overnight. Both also admit to the amazing connection that they had 11--yes, 11--years prior to their encounter at the wedding. This relationship develops quickly, but it deals with some serious issues.
I appreciate the fact that Melanie Harlow tackles tough issues. Like she took on OCD and anxiety in Some Sort of Happy, she takes on autism in this book. She also takes on single parenting, being 30 and single, and navigating the difficulties of dating while raising a child alone.
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EXCERPT
“So.” I glanced out the windows to the patio.
“You want to go back out there?”
“Not really,” she said.
“You want to get out of here?”
She grinned. “Yeah. I do.”
I watched her rush up the stairs to get her
things, and as soon as she was out of sight, I adjusted myself in my pants. My
dick had jumped to life the second she said yeah, I do, as if the
question had been you want to get naked and fuck? rather than something
much less suggestive. Not that I didn’t want to get naked and fuck—hopefully
I’d last a little longer than I had in the broom closet eleven years ago—but I
didn’t want to make her feel like that’s what I expected. She wasn’t a horny
nineteen-year-old college student anymore; she was a doctor, for fuck’s sake.
She was beautiful and smart and mature and sophisticated, and a woman like her
did not want some Neanderthal who probably needed a haircut and a new pair of
shoes to throw her up against a wall for a five-minute fuck.
A woman like that deserved attention all
night long. She deserved someone who would undress her slowly and delight in
each new inch of her skin as it was revealed. Someone who would run his hands
all over her body and find out where she liked to be touched, how she liked to
be touched, what she wanted to hear whispered to her in the dark. Someone who
would wrap those gloriously long legs around his neck and use his tongue until
she begged for his cock, then use his cock until she begged for mercy.
Fuck. I could be that guy.
Except
I couldn’t be. Not tonight. Because I wasn’t a horny college student anymore
either—I was just a horny single dad who didn’t have the luxury of taking a
woman home and lavishing all my time and attention on her the way I wanted to.
As soon as I had the thought, I felt guilty.
Scotty was the love of my life and always would be, and whenever I felt the
slightest bit resentful about something I couldn’t do because of him, that
resentment was immediately crushed by shame. He didn’t ask to be born wired
differently, into a terrible relationship, to a mother who would decide she
couldn’t handle being a parent, to a father who wasn’t prepared for any of it.
He was completely innocent, and he needed me to be a better man.
Running a hand through my hair, I exhaled and
wondered if I should ask Jillian for a raincheck on a night when Scotty’s usual
sitter could be there. If he woke up again and I wasn’t home yet, he might
never get back to sleep. We’d be up all night, tomorrow would be miserable, and
the whole start to the week would be off.
But she was so beautiful. And I hadn’t
been this attracted to someone in so long.
“Fuck,” I muttered, checking my watch. What
was the right thing to do? If she were a different sort of woman, if her brother-in-law
weren’t my friend and client, if we lived three states apart…if any number of
circumstances were changed, I’d grab her hand, drag her out to my car, and
spend the next thirty minutes fucking her brains out in the back seat. It would
feel so good to take control that way, to lose control that way, to release
some of this fucking tension. But was that fair to her?
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
“Hello?”
“He’s up again.” Monica’s voice was strained,
and in the background I heard the familiar keening of a nighttime meltdown. My
chest hurt, the way it always did when Scotty was upset.
“Shit. OK, I’m on my way. Twenty minutes, OK?
Thirty at the most.”
“OK.”
“Tell him he can play on his iPad.”
“That’ll just rile him up more. He’s tired.
He needs to go to sleep.”
I clenched my fist. “Just do it, OK? It will
help calm him until I get there.”
As I ended the call, I heard footsteps above,
and then Jillian appeared at the top of the stairs carrying a small suitcase. I
watched her descend, the tightness in my chest growing. Also the tightness in
my pants. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she said, her face concerned as she
reached the ground and saw my expression. She set down the suitcase. “What’s
up?”
Sighing, I put my phone back in my pocket. “I
have to get home. Scotty woke up and he’s upset.”
“Oh.” She tried to hide it, but I saw the
disappointment in her eyes.
“I’m really sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I
promise.”
“That’s OK. I understand.”
“Can I call you?”
“Of course.” She smiled, and her lips looked
so soft and inviting, I took a step closer.
If you kiss her, it will be that much harder
to leave.
I knew it was the truth, but I couldn’t help
myself. One kiss. Just one. And then I’ll go. I moved even closer and
took her head in my hands.
The curve of her smile deepened. “What are
you doing?”
“I’m thinking about kissing you.”
“Stop thinking.”
I lowered my lips to hers and let them rest
there, fully intending the kiss to be short and sweet, just a goodnight.
But I couldn’t break it off. I wanted more—I
wanted to taste her. Slanting my head, I changed the angle of the kiss, teasing
her mouth open with mine, slipping my tongue between her lips. A little sigh
escaped her, and my dick jumped to life again.
You have to go, you have to go, you have to
go.
But her hands were moving up my chest and my
fingers were sliding into her soft brown hair and I could smell something sweet
and citrusy on her skin and it mingled with the taste of whiskey on my tongue
and oh God, I wanted my tongue everywhere on her body. I wanted make her come
with it just so I could hear that little sigh again and again and again. And I
wanted to feel my hands in her hair just like this while she got on her knees
and took my cock between her lips, looking up at me with those big blue eyes…
Groaning, I forced myself to take my lips off
her before I completely lost my senses. “God, I wish I could stay,” I said,
resting my forehead against hers. “I wish a lot of things.”
“I know.” She played with my tie again. “I
wish I was taking this tie off you, not straightening it.”
“What a coincidence, that’s one of my wishes
too.”
She laughed and kissed me quickly. “Another
time, maybe. You better go.”
MEET MELANIE...
Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high,
and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she's not writing or
reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like VEEP, Game of Thrones, House of
Cards, and Homeland. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can
have more gin and steak.
Melanie is the author of the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series,
the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s.
She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit,
MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.
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